2026-01-12 18:12:02Ronan could barely breathe as he went down the stairs. The air felt thick and heavy, like he was wading through water. Blue light glowed from the walls, pulsing slowly, like a living heartbeat. With every step, the sounds from above faded. The Beast Tide became nothing more than a low, distant rumble.
The stairs ended in a small square room.
It was empty, except for a flat stone platform in the center.
Strange carvings covered the walls. Human figures twisted and bent, energy flowing through their bodies in looping paths. When Ronan stared at them too long, his head spun, and the images seemed to shift.
A calm voice echoed in his mind.
[Initial Cultivation Chamber.]
[Aura levels sufficient for Skin Refining, Stage One.]
[Instruction: Sit on the dais and meditate.]
Ronan scoffed quietly. “You want me to sit?” he whispered. “Right now?”
He looked back toward the stairs. “There’s a battle happening up there.”
[Survival chance if you return: 4.7%.]
[Survival chance if you follow instructions: 68.3%. Rising.]
Ronan exhaled slowly. “That’s messed up… but I get it.”
He stepped onto the platform and sat cross-legged. The stone was warm beneath him, gently vibrating, like it was breathing with him.
“Alright,” he said under his breath. “I’m trusting you.”
[Beginning Qi Gathering Art: Earthroot Method. Flawless Grade.]
The knowledge hit Ronan all at once.
Not as words. Not as instructions. He just knew.
Breathe in through the nose. Slow. Count to seven.
Hold it. Four counts.
Then breathe out through the mouth. Longer. Eight counts.
Easy.
In his mind, he saw roots spreading from his spine, digging deep into the ground, holding him steady. He understood how the energy in the air was supposed to move, sliding into him through his skin, not his lungs.
Ronan frowned. “That’s… new.”
He’d tried public cultivation guides before. They were a mess. Vague. Confusing. Like being told to “feel the energy” and figure out the rest yourself. This wasn’t like that.
This was clear. Direct. No guessing.
“This is cheating,” he muttered.
He followed the breathing anyway.
At first, nothing happened.
Then his scalp tingled.
Warm pins and needles spread down his neck, across his shoulders, and into his arms. The air around him shifted. Tiny points of light appeared, floating slowly toward him.
Ronan’s eyes widened. “I can see it.”
The lights touched his skin and vanished inside him. His whole body buzzed, warm and alive.
[Skin Refining: Level 1.]
[Progress: 10%… 25%… 50%…]
Ronan stared at the numbers hovering in his vision. “No way.”
People online said this part took weeks. Months, even. Pain. Failure. Endless trial and error.
Ronan felt like he’d jumped straight into deep water.
“Yeah,” he whispered, almost laughing. “This is definitely working.”
The feeling got worse.
The warm tingling turned into deep, burning heat. It felt like his skin was being pulled tight over his body, then dipped into something hot and thick. Ronan clenched his jaw. A low groan slipped out anyway.
“Damn it…”
[Pain equals purification. Flaws are being forced out. Do not stop.]
“Easy for you to say,” he muttered through his teeth.
He forced himself to focus on the breathing.
In for seven.
Hold for four.
Out for eight.
The heat spiked. Sharp. Overwhelming. His vision flashed white, like stars exploding behind his eyes.
Then it snapped.
Cool relief washed over him, smooth and calming. His body felt heavier, but in a good way. Stronger. More real.
Ronan lifted his hands and stared. They looked normal. But when he made a fist, his skin didn’t stretch or sting. It felt tough, like there was a flexible layer of leather under it.
“What the hell…” he whispered.
[Skin Refining: Level 1 Complete.]
[Physical condition: 87%. Minor scar tissue removed.]
[Reward granted: Basic Qi Gathering Art Flawless Grade.]
[New Objective: Reach Skin Refining Level 2.]
[Time limit: 4 hours.]
“Four hours?” Ronan let out a short laugh. “People say this takes months.”
He started to panic, then the voice returned.
[Aura levels dropping.]
[Estimated time before chamber becomes unsafe: 3 hours, 12 minutes.]
[Recommendation: Continue.]
Ronan closed his eyes.
Above him, the city was burning. People were fighting. Dying.
But for once, he wasn’t guessing. He wasn’t stumbling in the dark.
“I have a way forward,” he said quietly.
He took another breath.
And began again.
Time stopped making sense.
Ronan did nothing but breathe and focus. In. Hold. Out. Over and over. Whenever his mind drifted, the system nudged it back, sharp and precise.
[Skin Refining: Level 2 Complete.]
[Skin Refining: Level 3 Complete.]
“Already?” he muttered, half dazed.
Each level felt different. Level Four hit hard.
The heat vanished. Instead, the glowing particles in the air slammed into him, tap, tap, tap, like thousands of tiny hammers striking his skin. It hurt, but it was controlled, deliberate, like being shaped instead of burned.
Ronan gasped. Sweat poured off him, mixed with thin gray sludge that smelled awful.
“So that’s the ‘impurities,’ huh?” he said, grimacing.
His stomach twisted. He was starving. His throat felt like sand.
He spotted a small hollow in the wall with a dusty ceramic pitcher inside. He broke the seal and sniffed.
“That’s not water…”
The liquid inside was thick and silver, smelling like rain on stone. He hesitated, then drank.
Cold rushed through him. His hunger faded instantly. His head cleared, sharp and alert.
“Oh,” he breathed. “That’s good.”
[Item identified: Dawn Well Dew.]
[Low grade spiritual supplement.]
[Effective during early Body Refining.]
“Of course it is,” Ronan said, wiping his mouth.
He set the pitcher down and returned to the stone platform.
[Skin Refining: Level 5 Complete.]
[Skin Refining: Level 6 Complete.]
The messages kept coming, steady and unstoppable.
Ronan felt solid. Powerful. Untouchable.
He flexed his hands and grinned. “Yeah… I could take a punch now.”
The system shut that idea down fast.
[Warning: Overconfidence detected.]
[At current level, a Steel Furred Wolf bite would cause deep wounds and broken bones.]
[Recommendation: Continue cultivation.]
Ronan snorted. “Alright, message received.”
He kept going.
A deep chime rang in his head, loud enough to feel in his chest.
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